My Mother, My Earth
As the dry earth below softens and welcomes / I feel it creep around my bare feet like thick seductive fingers / Inviting me to curl my toe…
The shower of washed away sins
I see it peel off my skin along with many other sins I dastardly committed / The heaviness of soot paints a verticality / To the nethermost…
Blue,night,murky twighlight dances across the lake,waves washing cool carvings in the sand. / Aqua,water pebbels moving under my feet, grat…
Droplets delicately adorn the skin / dressing it with nature’s diamonds of life. / How you seduce the mind, / your pearls pleasingly …
underneath the magnet of my yesterdays
it reminds me to remember
Things misunderstood / Lost in the translation / Of words unsaid / Silence is deafening / Though no one is listening / Truly / Roads less t…
“For they Don’t Know The Cost
You are The Mercy Seat and You sprinkled Your Blood to make us a clean people / to cast the shackles of our sins at the feet of the enemy /…
It thaws your bones and your heart / Renewing your body, you’re back at the start / Your body, mind and beautiful soul / Is once agai…
The Souls’ Thunder
Soul returned to child, / Elemental and wild. / Free again,at the source again, / De-conditioned, releasing pain.
i bring nothing to This Table of God
You sit as King, i see the humility / in Your Heart, / Your Crown, twisted thorns, / Your arms were bruised / the Bread You Break is Tender
My hair is knotted. / Just like, the feeling / inside of my stomach. / Knotted and twisted. / Just like, the men / i’ve meet in the p…
This was the one place that the lock would never be picked, the single room in which he could wash the world off his back and still be as f…
Wash your filthy hands, / Until they’re dry and bleeding.
Open Letter to Prs. Mahmoud Ahmadinejad
f you still spreading hate, suppressing your people freedoms, torturing, despairing and killing Iranians
Things can change if you make it so…
So interminable was that night / That a life time later / I fumble around / For words to express my fright.
This is the vision I paint
I / was he a lost soul / trapped to wander / wonder / why what was once / his life / has been reduced / to haunting / the loneliest parts /…
And God so loved the world, he gave them i.v. heroin
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